Violation by Lolah Lace

Deshawn ‘Superstar’ Jones. “Relationships change who we are on the inside, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Maybe it was you that changed and that’s why you felt you didn’t know me.”
    She looked confused. Maybe I don’t deserve genuine love. Will I ever find someone who is true, a woman that doesn’t lie or have a hidden agenda?
    “You sound so cryptic.” She was one to talk.
    “You’re right. The Cavs won. It’s time to drink up and party. What are you drinking tonight?” I raised my arm to summon a bartender.
    “Cranberry and Vodka on the rocks.”
    An exotic female bartender quickly hovered over us. Her breast billowed out her tight black dress as she bent to take my order. I got a glimpse of her cleavage. It was a fine set but not as pretty as Serena’s.
    “Yes Mr. Hart. What can I get you?” The barmaid suggestively asked.
    “I need Grey Goose and Cranberry with ice, two of them.”
    “Yes sir Mr. Hart, coming right up.” She smiled and stood up straight. She didn’t bother to look in Shelley’s direction.
    The barmaid sashayed away and I turned all my attention to Shelley.
    “She’s cute.”
    “She is.” I shrugged. “If you like that type.”
    “Right, I used to be your type.”
    “Maybe you still are.” I was being flirtatious. I pushed her hair behind her ear and traced my fingers down her neck to her collarbone.
    “I miss your hands on my body and your huge cock in my ass.”
    Did she just say that? She did. She likes anal. It’s hard to forget about that fact but she’s not the only one. I smiled reminiscing about my secret lover.
    I probably should cut back on the liquor. I’m thinking of Serena more than normal. I changed the sex subject every time my ex went there. This was my subtle form of torture. I partied with Dee, Lance, and the boys until the wee hours of the night. I give Shelley a quick kiss on the cheek and I left the club with Dee. She was pissed but it felt good to leave her high and dry. Very dry I hope.
     
    ***
     
    When I got back to my hotel room I had an inner debate on whether or not to shower. I decided I would handle that in the morning. I checked my emails and text messages. Serena hadn’t called or texted. Why would she? She knew I was somewhere near her husband. I had finished deleting my emails when I heard a knock on my hotel room door. It was probably one of Dee’s women knocking on the wrong door in a drunken stupor.
    I looked through the peephole and got a surprise. I opened the door.
    “Hey Hart, can I come in?” Shelley was standing outside my door with a huge smile. Dee probably gave her my room number.
    “Sure.” I opened the door wide enough to allow her to walk through it. I closed the door and watched her stroll deep in my hotel room. Her face turned to both sides to drink up her surroundings.
    “Your room is better than mine.”
    “The Cavs take care of their players.”
    “Right, they do. I remember when I used to take care of one of their star players.” She flirted as she tossed her hair over her shoulders. I watched her long legs as they walked further into my suite.
    Was I really going to do this? I knew why she was here. Sex. I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t bring protection, didn’t think I would need it. I’m sure one of my teammates has some. I can’t risk it. I knew she was trying to baby trap me before.
    “I see you’re already packed and ready to go.” Her eyes were on my suitcases in the corner.
    “Yeah I’m going to just get a few hours of sleep before the shuttle comes for us.”
    “I missed you Noah.”
    “You did?”
    “I miss what we had.”
    “You do?”
    “Yes, all the time. Martin is great but he’s not you. You’re Noah Hart.” She stroked my ego. She was good at that.
    “I am.”
    “You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.”
    “I am.”
    “I missed you.”
    “How much?”
    She walked over and stood directly in front of me. She dropped down to her knees. She